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*I don't own Star Trek in any way.

McCoy was tired. Up all day, stitching fingers from Engineering together. Why couldn't those engineers keep their fingers away from those blasted sharp bolts!? The CMO had enough to do tending landing party injuries and a broken wrist the Captain gave himself last planetary mission.

Leonard rubbed his eyes, annoyed and exasperated, tired and ready for another day filled with yeomen and lieutenants complaining about the pointy hypos. When will those kids realize hypos were what kept them up and running?

The doctor slept in a room in sickbay, always close to his station. You never knew when the Captain or that pointy-eared hobgoblin decided to do some daredevil stunt in the middle of the night. McCoy decided to wake up early today to get a head start on the medical files he had to sign for Starfleet.

Crunch. What the hell did he step on?

McCoy reached for the lights. He squinted and adjusted his eyes as the bulbs illuminated Sickbay.

He saw the pale walls. They looked fine. The computers that monitored life support systems seemed to be in place.

There were many small nests of dried twigs, paper, and bits of cloth, lying all around the room. In every nest were three eggs. Each bed in Sickbay had about five nests on top.

The eggs were painted yellow, red, and blue, with little stars and stripes. Some single eggs were wedged in anonymous places, such as in his pencil cup, on top of the computer, and simply on the floor.

"Oh, god," McCoy rolled his eyes downward. His medical shoes had stepped on a blue egg with bright pink spots painted on. The shell cracked, and raw egg oozed out.

Kirk entered the bridge, and was pleased to see that everything was running perfectly well.

Lieutenant Uhura was at her station, monitoring all frequencies for any radio signals in the area. Sulu and Chekov were at the navigation panel, making sure the ship was on course. On the wide window, Captain Kirk could see many bright stars twinkling. The bridge crew was a beautiful array of red, blue, and gold uniforms.

"Good morning, Mister Spock," he cheerfully said as he walked past the Science Officer's station.

"Captain, I believe the customary response is 'Good morning to you as well'. I assume you are here to challenge me once more for chess?"

"Yes, Mister Spock, I believe you're right," Kirk smirked. "Perhaps it's fifty-seventh time's the charm?"

Spock's mouth twitched in confusion. "I fail to see the logic in that statement. However, I can understand you're stubbornness not to admit defeat, especially since you are inclined to improve." Spock raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

"1900, your quarters?" Kirk decided, clapping his hands together.

"Of course, Captain." As Kirk turned away and approached his chair, he didn't notice the way his first officer's pointed, elfin ears tinged green. Spock's nimble fingers tapped the computer a bit too nervously for his standards.

As Kirk settled himself down in the chair, the turbolift doors swished open. Doctor McCoy walked stiffly in, ignoring Uhura's "Hello, Doctor" and didn't speak until he stood in front of the captain.

"Jim, someone mined sickbay with raw eggs," McCoy hissed, clearly annoyed. Jim stifled a laugh, which didn't help.

The Captain smiled. "Bones, I'm sure it's just a little prank from an new recruit."

McCoy grumbled. "You don't understand, the eggs were brightly painted pink and yellow, dammit! It's as if it were Easter all over again. Eggs are in my spare shoes, under the beds, inside the medicine cabinets." The doctor gestured toward his head. "I had to shower all over again, when raw eggs fell out of a cabinet!"

Spock, who had noticed the exchange, strode over. "Doctor," he started, "I do not understand why you would complain about this event to the captain. Is it not more logical just to clean Sickbay and ask around who placed the eggs in sickbay?"

"Yes, Mister Spock, I was just getting to that!" Turning back to the captain, the CMO continued in his famous, annoyed accent. "Jim, can you please just ask the crew that whoever placed the eggs report immediately to Sickbay?"

"Sure thing, Bones." Kirk pressed a button on his chair. "This is the Captain speaking. This morning, Doctor McCoy found eggs all over Sickbay. I request the prankster to report to Sickbay, where he shall await his… trial." Kirk turned off the comm. "Satisfied, Bones?"

"Yes, thank you Jim. I just hope they come quickly and help me pick up the eggs."

McCoy pulled on his sleeve, and marched out of the bridge. Chekov got up from his post and made to go after the doctor.

Kirk noticed him. "Lieutenant, where are you going?"

The young navigator gave the captain a confused look. "I'm reporting to Sickbay, as Doctor McCoy wishes."

Understanding shone on Kirk's eyes. "You put the eggs in sickbay?"

Chekov smiled with pride, which briefly puzzled the captain. "Yes, Keptin. I decorated Sickbay for Easter today."

"But it's October 31st… you confused Easter with Halloween, didn't you?"

"I don't know sir, but I decorated sickbay for the Easter Rabbit. It is a famous Russian tradition." Chekov bit his lip worriedly, unsure whether or not he was in trouble.

Kirk laughed and pressed the comm. "Sickbay, this is the captain."

"McCoy here."

"Bones, get yourself back at the bridge, we found your mysterious chicken."

"Tell the damn kid to boil the eggs next time."

Kirk turned to the young Russian. "Chekov, Doctor McCoy is coming to give you a brief lesson on international holidays."

Thanks for reading!

I'm going to write short one-shots like this every week or so, but please review to let me know if you like the story.

I personally see Chekov as a bouncy young navigator and lots of Russian Pride. He's a great character, especially in the TOS series.